Everything Decays
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, 1984, Avalanche
Quote from And the Ass Saw the Angel, a novel by Nick Cave:
"Ah found mahself wishing - praying - that the noonday sun, already hell-hot, would spin itself still hotter, until the vast acres of uncut cane would begin to smoulder and smoke, and the skin of the workers would bubble and blister, and as the sun beat down and the crops burst into flames, the roasted flesh would peel away from their arms and legs and backs and screaming faces in wet, red strips, layer upon layer, until their black-baked bones pierced the thin tissue of skin, shredding the webbery of veins and the last tattered rags of hide to a bucket of gore, then crumbling down, these eaten skeletons, to ash ... to a thimble of cinders ... to screaming dust ... to dead fucken death."